[dragon wench]

The candle had burned down to a sputter, and the loneliness of the night had closed in.... Though aware of its taunting whispers, Alba focused her attention upon the cards still face down on the table. Her client, increasingly wan, waited for her to reveal the next image. His expression, simultaneously anticipating and apprehensive, followed her every move.

Alba frowned... usually the herbal liqueur she customarily served to clients had a more calming effect. She wondered what it was this man at once feared and desired.

The Nine of Swords.... Alba suppressed the shudder that snaked down her spine.. but it was evident from his sharp intake of breath that he too knew the cards....

Though she knew she should not, Alba let herself feel the swirling energies encircling her client... and she allowed herself to pass through the mists protecting the present.... Despite the humid warmth cloaked about the swamp Alba shivered at jagged visions swimming into her mind.

He had interested her, this one, she had considered drawing him into her weave so that she would not need to face the darkness alone... but knowing now what her gift had allowed her to see, Alba withdrew slightly and looked only towards the third card...

The Ace of Swords....

Alba let out a breath she did not realise she had been holding...

The candle finally gave way to its intended fate, and the hut was plunged into swift blackness. At this near absence of light the sounds of the swamp rose up... threatening to engulf them. Perfumes that only flowered beneath night's canopy crept within... carrying the presence of beings long vanquished.

Vous n'avez pas une autre chandelle Madame?

His voice broke into the cacophony of silence.

Mais oui Monsieur.

Alba rose from her chair... but this time lit a lantern... Its glow illuminated the entire hut.. and only shadows reminded them of the dark outside.